you never realize how boring your life is until someone asks what you like to do for fun.
Dear future babies...
Dear Future Babies,
Your mom is a daughter, wife, lawyer, soror…she holds many titles. But if you exist, God has blessed me with the most honored title I could ever have; mother. My precious babies, God has been preparing me for you. He blessed your mommy with a mom that was selfless in raising her and i intend to be that kind of mother for you. i promise to love you, unconditionally. i promise to care not just about raising you but also about helping you define your character. i promise to help you discover what you are passionate about. i promise to give you my all. i promise to not let my career get in the way of you knowing that my first priority is and will always be you. i promise that no matter what, i and your father will act in your best interest. i promise to be firm with you, but to never let you ever doubt that i’m proud of you. if i am half the woman your grandmother is, you will be the luckiest children in the world
(this one got me all choked up. this baby fever i got is bad y’all lol)
HAVE YOU EVER FELT SO DESPERATE ABOUT SOMEONE NOT LIKING YOU BACK, THAT YOU JUST GET THIS TIGHT, SQUEEZING FEELING IN YOUR CHEST AND IT JUST HURTS SO MUCH
People want this massive list of things in a relationship, I just want someone to fucking love me.
I’m never the one who gets called first.
I’m never the best friend.
I’m never the one someone falls in love with.
I’m never the best at school.
I’m never the funniest person.
I’m never the most entertaining person at parties.
I’m never the one someone tells a story first.
I just exist. And I’m sick of it.
(All brought to you and put together by moi)